Asylum of IN Sanity....

And then night touched me down,
With its calm palms of charm,
Pulling me away from the Scorching Moonlight,
of my Dying Solace..
The Bright light of my Fight,
With faces looking Right into my face
Race me to my Case of Insanity
Vanity, is what I am charged with,
And I would plead guilty as Charged.

Said I every word.. to every little detail,
And held nothing Back
From the head to the tail, till the end of the Rail
of conversation, the Sack of history
I kept open, for them to Believe in me
and Relieve me from the Rack
of Insanity. Its a Game of Mind I know
Lame you may call, I say Blind
is this World who Claims I am Insane
And Blames me, Flames me, Names me..

I am in Asylum for Insanity...
Where I am Swearing on my Sanity
Which is left neither on Me..
nor on this Humanity..

Spark of my Shadow...

the weight of my Shadow,
i bore the whole day
and then came the evening...
my Shadow left me in dismay

i pleaded the Darkness,
let my Shadow lose
life will be so void...
none to me is so close

my tears went to drains,
my prayers were all in vain.
i kept weeping for my Phantom,
i pleaded Darkness again.

i have loved my Shadow,
what if its so Dark
Dark today i ask you,
give me back my Spark

laughter came onto the face of this cruel Darkness,
dagger of his Words stabbed me with'al its sharpness
Love Love and Love you cry you scoundrel,
See at your helpless Self...
Its laughing at you.. on your face with all its starkness

Asking the Dark for my Spark.. showed me my helpless Self,
i wish i could help it... i wish my Shadow was an elf
I wish my Shadow could help me... but lo!
my Shadow was no elf!

(Jan 1st, 2007 11:56 PM)

on the death of a dream...

sitting in the moonlight i wondered
why i step ahead to do things
even when i know i blundered
last time when i tried

i felt relentless, i was being chased
memories haunted my mind, ask me questions
i hate it, for the questions it raised
'no answers' is all i said to the void

i could see the drops of dew
they fell on my eyes that evening
mixed with my tears, there were few
they were there as i cried

flowers bent to grounds and gave way
they weren't laughing at me anymore
i wish they lived, i had so much to say
but my words... i lost them... they died!

"what did i ask for? it was not moon"
i asked again... i was wondering again
i wanted the answer soon, but then
to this dying dream.. even this favor was denied